Pinoy Poets

Law for Art's Sake

A series of lecture/sharing sessions on Philippine laws governing the arts (specifically copyright and contracts) entitled Law For Art's Sake (Summer 2007 session) will be held on April 21, 28, and May 5, 12, 19, 26 from 11 am to 12:30 pm at the BlueWings ArtSpace, 2nd Floor, Rafa's deli + cafe, Unit C 10 Xavierville Ave., Loyola Height, Quezon City.
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Res Ipsa Loquitor

The first one-woman photo exhibit of Billie Sue Go-Lim entitled Res Ipsa Loquitor will open on 26 March 2007 at the Bluewings ArtSpace, 2nd Floor, Rafa's deli + cafe, 10-C Xavierville Avenue, Loyola Heights, Quezon City.
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Performance Poetry Pound Plenty

Roger Robinson of the renowned UK-based performance poetry group Apples & Snakes will be in Manila for the British Council's live literature programmes this month.
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Kapusuan: Gabi Ng Panitik at Pag-ibig

Inaanyayahan ng Linangan sa Imahen Retorika at Anyo (LIRA) at ng Conspiracy Bar ang lahat na maghandog ng tula ng pag-ibig para sa Valentine edition ng ConspiWriters Night sa ika-13 ng Pebrero, mula ika-7 hangang ika-9 ng gabi sa Conspiracy Bar, Visayas Avenue, Quezon City.
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Anima, A Celebration Of Being

Celebrate Halloween early with poetry and music with Anima, a celebration of being at Rafa’s Deli+Café on October 14, 2006, Saturday, 6 pm.
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We'd like to see your own original verse! Submit your poetry to PinoyPoets and get the chance to have them posted on the site!

We would be glad to have you with us as we pay homage to the Muses of the Written Word.

Bungee Jumping

Kharla Alaba

Moving in baby steps towards the edge,
I am ambiguously drawn
by the fascinating pull
of the yet unknown --
the closest one will ever get
to really understand
Newton's law of gravity,
I am told.

My toes touch the virtual abyss on the other side
and I feel my legs heavier and heavier,
blood boiling in my whole body,
strange curling sensation in the pit of my belly.

I am momentarily paralysed
by a primitive instinct to survive.

Throwing caution to the wind,
I hurl myself to
hollow ringing ears
pumping heart rate leaping to the throat
tightening stomach muscles
freedom coursing through legs bound together
adrenaline rush like no other.

Time stands still despite the action.

Embracing life
in this altered state of consciousness
and bizarre state of detachment,
never have I seen so much
even as terror wipes my mind
clean of thought.

Aging Wanderlust

Kharla Alaba

Your heart
had always felt
the need to move on.

You have faced each morning
with no real plan except to
keep on moving
follow one more river
ride over one more mountain.
After a while
they all look the same.

You have grown used to listening
to the sound of your own breath.
Now,
you find yourself listening
for the sound of something
beside
wind and water
crying crickets
the hooting owl.

After a while
you get tired of hearing
your own
heartbeat.

The Holy Well

Kharla Alaba

In this fissure, You await
to reclaim me -
           Your faithful gone astray.
I plunge into
           water as deathly cold as
           Your cavern walls yet
the warmest of all embraces,
           as lovingly familiar as a mother's womb;
           and as my heart throbs with the pulse of the earth,
           I remember how fetuses are being nourished
           while immersed ni their birthwaters.
           I have
come with the fervent prayer
of a parched man
           seeking Your assuaging forgiveness
           in this sacred space
           where I now emerge,
           cleansed from my sins,
and find myself born again.